His living nightmare!

Simon was caught spying on the women in the changing room at his local gym.

One of them was a witch.

“You had no permission to watch me,” she said quietly.

Simon opened his mouth to apologise, but his voice vanished before he could speak.

His body stiffened. His skin became smooth and artificial, his face frozen in a lifeless smile. Within moments, he had become a female doll—motionless, speechless, but still horribly aware.

He could see the witch standing before him. He could hear her gathering her belongings.

He could not even close his eyes.

She sold him to a local adult shop, where an assistant placed him behind glass and hung a price tag from his wrist.

Simon screamed inside his silent mind as customers glanced at him and walked on.

At closing time, the assistant switched off the lights.

In the darkness, Simon waited for sleep.

It never came.